I’ve had a shite day today. Sorry, but I have. One of those, ‘Oh, it was going fine until…’ days.
So I’m going to have a little moan. But not a good sexy moan, unfortunately. I need to exorcise this day.
I have spoken before about how I can struggle on Tuesdays and Wednesdays from Mister Withdrawal symptoms and today is one hulluva Cold Turkey. Not only has the weather here in Devon been all stormy – making my hair all kinds of tangled – but on top of that I had a bad day at work. So much so, I broke down after ‘it’ happened. I can’t go in to it, due to anonymity stuff, but suffice to say it was mentally and emotionally draining in a negative way. My face went all blotchy as it is wont to do on these occasions much to my disgust, and I was not a pretty sight.
Add to this the fact that there is no Mister to come home to so I could at the very least have a long, exhale-into-his-chest hug, and I’m feeling low. No Mister to look up at with eyebrows creased and to move in to his neck to kiss it – I find this has a oddly calm effect on me. I think it has something to do with his smell. He always smells fantastic there – his spray wafting up from his shirt, mixed in with that fantastically sensuous Man Smell. Mmm. At these rare times when I am not my usual happy, cheery self it would be amazing to be living with him and to know he would be there if not when I got home, then at some point in the evening to console me if I needed it. This time next year…..hopefully.
But, every cloud….
We are meeting up tomorrow evening to go to the theatre. I am really looking forward to this. I have not been for over a year (Lady Chatterley’s Lover – There was nudity; it was right at the front of the stage; I was entertained). Which is very very good. He’s coming in to the City from his little seaside village. He’s so sweet like that. Coming all that way just for a night (although I’m not completely sure if he’s staying. Bloody hope so. I’ll make it worth his while).
So, time for Pandorah to pull her socks up, have a good shower and go through it all again tomorrow.
But without the tears this time, please.
*For any American readers, I don’t know if it’s the same there, but in the UK, ‘pants’ is used as an adjective to denote an expression of rubbishness e.g. ‘I had a pants day’